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Those flaming students

Well, well, first it was the racist bloggers, now it's the flaming students. Who next? Teachers??

As can be expected, the blogging community is abuzz with comments on the matter. Read all you want about what they say at Tomorrow.sg. There's quite a lot there and I'm too tired to read all of them.

Just trying to put myself into the mind of a teenage blogger blogging about his/her life. School is a huge part of students' lives so I guess it's natural to blog about teachers. Who among us has never complained about teachers? Which teacher has never complained about students? Which principal, vice-principal or head of department has never complained about teachers? etc etc... It is normal to complain and, yes, even to bitch about others, though, of course, 'normal' isn't neccesarily 'right'.

Since some of these youngsters obviously do not understand the implications of online comments, someone should do them the favour of explaining the whole works to them. My guess is many still cling to the fairy tale belief that a blog is a personal journal and so they can include any old comment they like.

Then again, there are those with more 'malicious' intent and who therefore deserve to be dealt with for intentionally maligning people for an online audience. Wah, as though teachers don't already have enough to deal with.

Anyway, for those of you deluged with marking, or going to be deluged, or deluged already and going to be deluged with more, etc, hang in there! And hopefully, no one is maligning you.

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